Pulled Up Lyrics - Singles - Young Dolph

(It's Dolph) 

I don't get mad, 

I just get paid 

Smelling like a pound, 

Walking in the bank 

I been smoking weed 

(since when) 

Before the fifth grade 

This a man's world, 

Bitch stay in your place 

Shitting on your favorite rapper, 

Did it by mistake 

Went and got a mansion, 

went and got a maid 

Naw I ain't got a deal, 

but I got a Wraith 

I call my clientele, 

I'm sorry for the wait 

All these pounds in my traphouse, 

feel like I'm out of shape 

These bitches love me man, 

I'm drinking muddy man 

Drop a four in a ginger ale, 

it tastes like bubbly man 

Young nigga hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man 

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Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

I saw my old bitch yesterday, 

you should've seen her face 

Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

Pulled up in a Porsche, 

pulled off in a Wraith 

I saw my old bitch yesterday, 

you should've seen her face 

Photos 

Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic 

Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited 

Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi 

Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty 

Bet you ain't got more money than harmony in heaven 

Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 

I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven 

Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that bitch that look like a panda 

I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan your fam 

I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon 

All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta 

Niggas don't know how to act, when I pull up bitches pull out the cameras 

Pulled up in that 9 11, pulled off in a Wraith 

This my second one this year, it still got paper plates 

I'm laughing out the [?] the way I'm laughing to the bank, ha ha 

All you niggas standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate 

Swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some crème brulee 

I got niggas in the kitchen that'll razorblade your face 

I'm frying chicken in my fucking Wraith, ghetto nigga 

Eating Dodger's chicken in my fucking Wraith, what can I say 

Greasy fingers, spill some hot sauce on that leather suede ceiling 

Barbeque interior, collard green exterior 

All these cars outside I can't decide which one to drive 

And all these hoes outside I can't decide which one I want inside